On a particularly frigid September morning, we started our trek. It only looks like I abandoned him in the woods at night – I swear it was just unnaturally dark that morning, and he left the trails with me.
It was cold out – I was beginning to have my doubts about the plan. It’s only going to get colder!
He disagreed. Last winter was unusually warm, and he spent most of his indoor time sealing drafts. I suspect our overall house-heating-efficiency was increased just by the dog’s naps.
The arguments for won out in the end – Gwynn got a fall haircut. He’s been wiggling along to LMFAO ever since, like a toddler who drank a supersized coffee and a fistfull of pixie sticks in one go, and is now running around naked in the front yard. He lost his fur coat and he’s raring to go.
“This is how I roll, come on ladies it’s time to go”